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When I came to the mountain of the ecological garden, it was already dusk.
When the sun sets over the Xiling Mountains, the valleys are already dark. The pine moon grows cool in the night, and the wind and spring are full of music.
Everyone who comes here, whether it is Ling Moxueyan Wuyue or Shang Zhaoye, can feel the feeling that the world is divided as soon as possible. It is clear that the staff at the foot of the mountain are still using modern equipment to sprinkle water to maintain the garden, everywhere. In the modern world of fireworks, in the blink of an eye, there is a breeze in the world, the pine and bamboo correspond, the aura is faint, and even the slightest breath of the world can not be found.
Maybe the only one who thinks there is no difference is Yin Xiaoru, who went up the mountain either thinking about rolling up his sleeves to beat Fat Tiger, or how to hook up with Sindy.
Shang Zhaoye did not fly, but walked up the mountain slowly.
The small hills in this kind of suburban park are not high, but as you walk along the way, you can feel the voices of people fading away, cicadas stinging and insects chirping, clouds and fog around, like a famous mountain descended from gods.
The heart can be quiet, and the meaning is deep.
The real mountain is not high, there are fairies and spirits.
Shang Zhaoye thinks that the original appearance of the Father God that everyone has imagined for more than 20,000 years is actually biased.
Once it is placed on the altar, worshiped and worshiped, and viewed by the father, the image in the heart will naturally be majestic, tall, overlooked from a high platform, and commanding majesty.
But in fact, this has a certain conflict with "immortal".
The word "immortal emperor" may itself have some conflicts.
Perhaps part of the reason why everyone is in trouble before the immortal road is here. They are deeply mired in the quagmire, with deep plans, and they can't get over it or get out of it.
I believe Father God has also gone through this process, after all, there are such deep engravings in the way of heaven that everyone knows. But Father God chose to leave after all, sitting in the depths of clouds, looking at the world leisurely.
Maybe at the last step, it's all about leaving.
The monks are free from the shackles of heaven, so they are too pure; the father and god are free from all ties, so they are supreme?
Is this the way? Vaguely yes, there should be nothing wrong with that.
But God the Father seems to have fallen back again
Returned to the world again.
While she was in a trance, a chubby tiger suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, squatting under a tree watching her vigilantly.
Shang Zhaoye didn't take it seriously, it was just a cerebellar ax that hadn't yet transformed in the enlightenment period
Walking past Fat Tiger, Fat Tiger suddenly bared his teeth ferociously.
Shang Zhaoye lost all sense and gave it an annoyed look.
Fat Tiger flinched, Shang Zhaoye continued to move forward, and Fat Tiger followed behind carefully raising his paws to scratch.
Shang Zhaoye ignored it and took a step forward.
Fat Tiger took another step on the verge of death, and his paws touched the hem of Shang Zhaoye's skirt.
Shang Zhaoye kicked back subconsciously, and the fat tiger screamed, turned several times in the air, stuck to a big tree with a "bang", and slowly slid down holding the trunk.
Shang Zhaoye didn't know where the inexplicable hostility of the Cerebellar Ax came from, and he was afraid of hurting his father's pet and being punished. He didn't know what to do, when he heard Xia Guixuan laughing on it: "This hoof sticks out well. It¡¯s justified for Qianlu¡¯s lack of skill.¡±
Shang Zhaoye said helplessly, "I am a horse."
"It's the same. Come up and sit."
It's strange to say that it's a distraction like a farce, but it doesn't divert Shang Zhaoye's fairyland feeling at all. Instead, he feels a little more immortal, and I don't know if it's a psychological effect.
Walking to the edge of the cliff, Xia Guixuan was playing chess with himself on the stone table in the pavilion.
?The black-and-white clouds conjured out of nowhere landed on the chessboard with a crisp sound, just like the evening drum and morning bell in a monastery, leisurely, cleansing the soul.
"Can you play?"
"If you can lower it, you can't compare to God the Father."
"Look, it's a trick again, isn't it? Chess is about fun, not winning or losing. If you play chess for the sake of winning, then ordinary people will never be able to play against computers. Isn't this art absolute, and how has it been passed down to this day?"
Shang Zhaoye also smiled, and sat opposite Xia Guixuan: "Then please enlighten me."
Xia Guixuan separated black and white, handed the black chess basket to her, and said with a smile: "So I said before, I have more common language with you cultivators."
Shang Zhaoye glanced at him. This was the topic she and Yin Xiaoru had discussed before continuing. It was funny to say that the Father God played impartially between humans and the descendants of gods. God the Father said that he was actually more of a descendant of gods?
Is this what you mean?
She settled down in the star position, and said in her mouth: "The common language is not as beautiful as the beauty among human beings? Or the blood in the father's body is mainly human?"
"Oh notThe law of the Great Dao is looming in the sky.
Faintly heard the prayers of the descendants of the gods below: "Is that Father God?"
In the night sky, the blue dragon runs through the sky, and the celestial horses accompany it, forming a celestial phenomenon that can be observed from any corner of the planet.
Canglong smiled and swayed the stars.
In Heiziluo, one hundred and eighty secret realms of all sizes are spread across the continents, hidden deep underground, and various experiences, checkpoints, treasures, and techniques are stored in them.
Bai Ziluo, famous mountains and rivers rise from the ground, the aura is dense in the mountains and rivers, and the products are all over the world, as if returning to more than 25,000 years ago, the majestic aura felt by the first generation of gods surrounds the planet, awakening like the creation of the century.
"The gift from God will last forever, encourage it."
This is the only oracle from God the Father in the past 25,000 years.
This is the power of Taiqing, the real god, but Xia Guixuan has never shown it like this before.
Xia Guixuan looked at Shang Zhaoye who was in a daze in front of him: "This whole world can be changed by my thought, it can be changed into various shapes, and everyone can get the blessing of rain and dew Does that make sense? I live on the human side, Because they have something for me to learn, even if I am not used to it, I still have a common language with you, and I have to learn This is not partiality, but I am still looking for a way forward, the way of heaven is still moving forward, Not to mention the descendants of the gods?" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com